Raka gave a lopsided smile, his eyes gazing intensely at Laras, who lay there weakly. His passion had indeed reached its peak seeing his wife's face and body looking so enchanting.
However, behind that desire, his protective instinct was far stronger. He knew exactly what Laras's condition was at the moment. She had a high fever, body aches, and extreme exhaustion. If he were to engage in intimacy like in "that" dream, Laras's body would surely be completely shattered.
'I must satisfy my desire, but not by hurting her,' Raka thought to himself.
"Alright, if that's what you're asking for," Raka whispered, his voice sounding deep and alluring. He moved onto the bed, bringing his face so close that their noses almost touched. "But remember, today is by my rules. I am in full control. You just need to stay still and enjoy it. Don't move much, don't force yourself. Let me do the work for both of us."
Laras nodded obediently, her eyes sparkling with anticipation even though her body felt as if it were hanging by a thread.
Raka began to release all his desires. He didn't immediately touch sensitive areas roughly. Instead, he started with a very slow touch, as soft as cotton.
His large, warm hands traced the curves of Laras's body over the thin nightgown. He squeezed her hips, stroked her back, and caressed his wife's arms with a rhythm that made her skin crawl with pleasure.
His lips were no less fierce, in a gentle sense. He kissed every inch of exposed skin—forehead, cheeks, neck, down to the collarbone—with wet, warm kisses.
Occasionally, he gave a small bite or a gentle suck, just enough to leave a trail of pleasure without causing pain or adding new bruises. His hot breath continued to brush against Laras's skin, creating a sensation just as arousing as in Raka's imagination.
The man channeled all his lust through touches, kisses, and dirty whispers spoken right into Laras's ear. He made rhythmic movements beside his wife's body.
"Sweetheart, for some reason, even though you're just a dream, you make me jealous," Raka whispered into Laras's ear.
"Maybe it's a dream, but it feels so real, darling. Just the two of us. But you were like another man."
Raka was sparked with jealousy, yet he was still hesitant. He tried to convince himself that what Laras experienced was a dream. He poured all his turmoil through intense skin contact and a gaze that seemed to eat her alive.
He satisfied himself by watching Laras's expression as she lay there pampered, hearing the soft moans escaping the woman's lips, and feeling the vibrations of pleasure spreading from his wife's body to his own.
Every time Laras tried to move or reciprocate, Raka would hold her back with a deep kiss or a gentle embrace.
"Stay still, darling. Let me enjoy this view. You just be my sleeping angel today," he whispered while continuing to move with a steady and controlled rhythm.
For nearly twenty minutes, Raka pampered himself and Laras in the most intimate way, without once demanding energy from his wife. He ensured that every touch actually helped smooth the blood flow, warming Laras's body which was shivering with fever, and making her tense muscles more relaxed.
Finally, Raka exhaled a long breath, his body trembling violently as if releasing a heavy burden he had been carrying. He felt satisfied, very satisfied. He pressed his forehead against Laras's, his breath still racing but his face looking relieved.
"Finished," he whispered hoarsely, wiping the sweat from his own brow and Laras's. "You were great, darling. You always know how to drive me crazy."
Laras smiled tiredly, but happily. Her body felt more relaxed, warm, and strangely, the pain in her joints had lessened slightly due to the gentle massage and warmth Raka provided. "You were truly great, honey. It felt just as pleasurable, but this time I didn't feel any pain."
"That's because I won't let you get any sicker," Raka replied while kissing Laras's lips briefly, short but meaningful. "Now, clean up, and then we leave."
After they were tidy again, Raka carried Laras back to the motorcycle. The journey to the clinic felt peaceful. Raka occasionally massaged his wife's cold hands.
Upon arrival, the examination took quite a while. The doctor who examined her—a middle-aged woman known for having extra sensitivity—finally called them into the consultation room.
The doctor looked at both of them alternately, then took a slow breath. "Mrs. Laras, your physical condition is actually quite exhausted because a large amount of energy was sucked away. But, fortunately, there has been a very strong balancing energy nourishing your body recently." The doctor glanced briefly at Raka.
"What do you mean, Doctor?" Raka asked warily.
"From the traces left on your body, what happened last night was not a dream, and it wasn't entirely you, Sir," the doctor said frankly. "There was another entity masquerading as your form. It is a type of seductive jin that feeds on the vital energy of its victims through intimate relations. It manipulates the victim's senses of sight, smell, and touch to make them believe it is their own husband, when in fact it is indulging its lust while slowly draining your life away."
Laras's face turned pale. The memory of the musk scent and the never-ending strength now became terrifying. "So, the one last night ... wasn't you, honey?"
Raka shook his head firmly, his hand gripping Laras's tightly. "Of course it wasn't me, darling. I worked the night shift and only got home this morning. Even my keys were left at Mother's house."
"That jinn intentionally misled you both," the doctor continued. "It chooses the form that is most trusted and loved so the victim won't refuse. It creates artificial pleasure that far exceeds an ordinary human's so the victim becomes addicted and opens themselves up again. Fortunately, this morning, Mr. Raka arrived with true love and a genuine touch that was able to neutralize part of that energy poison. The way you pampered her, Sir—that is what saved her condition from a total collapse. Your energy of affection is far stronger than that creature's energy of desire."
Laras looked at her husband with teary eyes, a mixture of fear and deep gratitude. It turned out that Raka's gentleness earlier wasn't just caution, but also a shield for her life.
"So, it won't come back again, Doctor?" Raka asked in a dangerously low tone.
"As long as the soul bond and protection you provide is strong, it won't be able to enter again," the doctor assured. "But we must clear the remaining traces of its energy first so that Mrs. Laras can truly recover fully."
Raka nodded firmly. He hugged Laras's shoulders, channeling an unshakable sense of security. "Hear that, darling? It has lost. From now on, there is only me. And I will make sure you recover as soon as possible."
Laras leaned her head against her husband's chest, promising herself in her heart not to easily trust pleasure that seemed too perfect again. Behind the pain and fear, she was even more certain that Raka's embrace was the safest home for her.